Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.